Misplaced Sense of Empowerment in Corporate World: Inspiration from Mirzapur

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Having said that there are few aspects in this world, which are untold, unwritten and only felt or sensed. Like the sense of Entitlement and Empowerment earned through the company’s appetite/culture, job position, years of experience in the system, equation with the manager/stakeholders. 

And Any individual whether a team player or a leader, his or her success and sustainability largely depends on his/her own judgement of their empowerment within the heirarchy, all the while walking through the tight-rope of expectations, deliverance, competition and relationship manoeuvres. The sense of empowerment is not only limited to the employees alone, it also encompasses the entrepreneurs/promoters/ founders too, given their interdependencies with various stake-holders internal and external. 

Any misplaced sense of empowerment, whether an overestimation or underestimation of one’s own position can lead to a pitfall. 

The above conclusion struck me while I was watching the Web-series Mirzapur and subconsciously married it to the corporate observations. 

Besides the Blood shed, Lust, Drugs, Money, Power, Layers of jealousies, Hidden secrets, vengeance, closet desires, Mafiaism, the labyrinth of Mirzapur with its intertwining stories, intercross-relationships, exhibits many aspects relatable to a corporate scenario and more specifically to the sense of entitlement and empowerment. 

This was depicted by THE brothers  Guddu, Bablu and their journey through the season1. Distinctively different from each other, these brothers were Instinctively  always there for each other.

One the Brawn and the other Brain, but perfect partners in crime.

Guddu the Brawn: is impulsive, whimsical, self-obsessed

Bablu the Brain: is pragmatic, intuitive, tactful, restrained

From the beginning they are seen together, brainstorming and making decisions. 

Like to join or not to join the town’s Mafia-Kaleen Bhaiya.

Bablu’s mind says No, analysing all the perils attached with it and reaching a point of no return.

But Guddu’s impulsive whim says Yes, for the comfort and security it would provide to the family. 

Finally the impulse wins over the mind.

Once they join in and get trained, Bablu’s strategic mind and Guddu’s muscle execution start showing signs of success in Mafia’s illegal business.

Impressed with the brothers, Mafia opened up to their new ideas for business expansion, even though the decision making was centralised within his family. And gave them their family entitlement of “Kings of Mirzapur” and adequate empowerment commanding only a sound-off for permission. At the same time he insulated them from all the troubles. 

Brother’s collective enthusiasm speeds up their rise to create enough wealth, fear and respect for themselves. Together they started gaining everything except their legal-loving father’s respect. Mind felt guilty but whimsical heart was too busy romancing the new-found power. Life was good, life was balanced.

But not for long..

Foddered by the sudden success, Guddu gets more and more mindless and impulsive with his gun-shots, even when the situation did not warrant to. Besides, his passion for body building was becoming an eerie-obsession. It was irking his restrained brother but given the The power, the name, the fame coming their way, he chooses to ignore it.

Within a short span of time, Guddu who was more pre-disposed to greed and power, starts going beyond anyone's control in shedding blood, breaking protocols, disregarding permissions.  So much so that brothers shed away their Job-Providers entitlement of ‘Kings of Mirzapur’ and self-proclaimed themselves as the ‘Lions of Mirzpapur.

While Bablu maintained  confident assertiveness in his dealings with the mafia but Guddu was becoming arrogant. Arrogance that knew no bounds. Arrogance that dazed him to believe that he and his brother were indispensable to the business and could take any decision on behalf of the Mafia. Arrogance that instigated him to be rude and back-answer, Offending both the Mafia and his Son. However much Bablu tried to fill some sense into Guddu’s head and salvage the damage, but in vain. Bablu gets introspective about their decision of joining the don, but realised as he had anticipated earlier, that they had indeed reached a point of no return. Neither could he leave the job, nor could he leave the brother.

Finally, with addition of some more complexities and mis-communication, came a time when the don, the Mafia, Akhananda Tripathi or Kaleen Bhaiya orders them to be killed. Not Guddu, the Brawn alone, but both the brothers, the brain and the brawn together. Coz the lone survivor would be far more dangerous without the other.

Here, Overestimation of one’s own entitlement and Empowerment caused the downfall.

While Guddu may be an extreme character who developed a misplaced sense of his own position, but as we look around us, we would be able to identify milder examples in real life too.

This overestimated sense is developed due the following combined factors: 

1. Behavioural tendency of an individual to get heady/tipsy with the earned success. To prove the point from Mirzapur, both the brothers were given similar positions and empowerment, yet the older one, who was whimsical, over-confident, self- obsessed, took it to his head and the intuitive other took it judiciously with all its worth. Had only level-headed Bablu been there, with his brains and tactful approach he would have sustained through successfully with his earned position.  Another complementing example to Bablu was Maqbool, who was intuitive, asserted his opinions with all due humbleness, despite being a veteran and a proven employee with the Mafia. In other words he knew his position well and the sustenance game around System. Even though he appeared a Brawn...Having said that, a restrained behaviour is not the only way to sustain through. Bablu and Maqbool remained so coz they were intuitive and had realised that, that was the way to strike a balance with the Mafia. In real life, in a more open system, there are many unbridled, high-headed, empowered people who do well and  thrive. They do so, because while being heady they are also sensible enough to strike a balance with the management/stake-holders in correct decorum and draw the line. Therefore one ought to be intuitive to understand the organisation/ management culture to manoeuvre around. 
2. Generous bestowment by the manager: Each manager-subordinate relationship is different and many times a Manager Empowers one sub-ordinate more over the other given the merit, achievements and sometimes biases too. In such cases, the generously bestowed individual can develop a misplaced sense of his empowerment. 
3. Sudden Success: Mirzapur explores this facet brilliantly and real life too throws up many such cases. Mostly it happens at the beginning of the career and resonates with employees and some entrepreneurs too. . 

While Mirzapur only relates the overestimation of empowerment but, in real world, it is also the underestimation of ones own position, which can cause one’s own downfall. 

Though not as common, it may develop due to the following factors

1. Behavioural tendency: Imagine a reverse character of Guddu. Timid, indecisive, under-confident. Such individuals are predisposed to undervaluing their own worth even when they own the position of empowerment. their body-language is droopy and may not carry the aura vis-a-vis their position. Not only do they non-act on their own power for themselves, but for the team too, causing disrespect and unworthiness for themselves. Thus, at times it is important to throw an attitude so as not to be taken for granted.
2. Non-exhibition by the manager. As mentioned earlier, empowerment depends a lot on the sub-ordinate- manager equation. Sometimes the manager does not exhibits / assures adequately of the empowerment granted to the sub-ordinate. And this mis-communication can lead to a subdued sense of empowerment by the sub-ordinate.

Thereby having a correct sense of one’s own entitlement and empowerment is critical to sustenance in the long run.

And this was best exemplified by the character of Mafia, Kaleen Bhaiya himself in the capacity of running his business and dealing with stake-holders.

   He had a very measured application of calmness and throw of arrogance, while dealing with people around. He was a good listener, observant, alert towards the situations/ enemies, someone who could kill without a noise, raid with immense poise. The scene which best describes him in this aspect was the holi-party scene when his immature son was slapped by the stake-holding politician. Given to his son’s humiliation and his own power, Kaleen bhaiya could have easily blown off the handle against the politician but restricted to only a warning well aware of the vested interests with him. He balanced off the situation using his position correctly.

  

  

It requires a fine balance of play between achievements, relationships and attitude to ascertain the correct sense of empowerment. And using it judiciously has the following benefits

1. Building a solid character within oneself/team/ organisation for long term sustenance..
2. Enabling empowerment within the team, encouraging them to make mistakes and grow from it. Since adequately empowered leader will have lesser insecurities...

If only the Brawn would have listened to the Brain in Mirzapur... 

Awaiting the season2, hopefully which is as insightful as the previous one.

Decoding Pataakha: Unravelling a Virtue of life!

Meandering through the rustic Rajasthan, its authentic dialect, the humour, the bhains & the bakris, the khets and the jhopdis, THE rogue sisters, their bidis, their gaalis, their ambitions, their street-smartness, their vulnerability, their over-the-top crass fights, their helpless father, their lovers, their unassuming friend dipper, and a lechorous landlord, I kept wondering who is the real protagonist in this movie. 

Pataakha had a trickle down effect in my mind as I tried to unravel the central idea of the story, til… till I interpreted right at the end, the real protagonist was an intangible virtue of “Competitive spirit” portrayed by a tangible character named ‘Dipper’, the funny, clumsy friend of The sisters. It was a perfect exhibition of intangible and tangible force. While the Intangible Competitive spirit inherently existed  between the sisters, but whenever it dampened, the tangible Dipper appeared forth to fuel-up the spirit again. 

Vishal Bharadwaj carefully sketched him as a Naradmuni, who keeps coming and going in the lives of the rogue sisters, fuelling their menace and suggesting Jugaads to outdo each other. Having said that his intentions were always pure and always wanted the best for each of the sister. Therefore he was bigger than a Naradmuni in a garb of less-ordinaire. He was with all due subtlety a Lord Krishna’s Avataar, propagating ‘Competition' as a fundamental truth of human existence. However much one may run away from it, competition shall follow. This was exhibited by the forever-competiting sisters in their bid to run-away from each other, accidentally get married into the same family.

The protagonist continues  to preach the benefits of this spirit in a society, organisations and countries at large.

A healthy competition is all inspiring as it promotes

1. Ambition amongst each other. Like the second sister’s ambition of becoming a teacher encouraged the older one to develop an ambition of owning a dairy farm.
2. Pursuance for the best for oneself. Looking at the younger one’s capable boyfriend, the older sister is fostered to find a competent boyfriend for herself too.
3. Liberation from unfavourable situation for better pastures: The older sister's Jugaad of running away from her ill-fated wedding with the lecherous landlord encourages the younger one to do the same. Here our hero plays a pivotal role and he so does again in separating them post the marriage to pursue each of their dreams.

However, sometimes one needs to oversee the competition, introspect and develop ones own excellence in isolation. Again our Hero jugaads the separation of each sister’s married family for facilitating their own dreams.

But once the excellence is achieved, and competition is turned nil, complacency may set it and one may eventually lose their vision, their voice, their confidence, their inspiration. Like our sisters did too.

And to bring it back, one ought to get back to the market, the game, the competition.

Like our Lord Krishna Master Stroked to bring the sisters back together, to inspire, to fight, to bring back their vision, voice and  passion.

Coz Between competitors at individual, organisational, international levels, lies interdependencies and respect for each other 

Thereby inspiring a wholesome life of success, celebration & fireworks!

Facebook: trapping us off the real world

There have been various mediums/carriers from time immemorial influencing impartial view of the real world.

What with Caste System compartmentalizing people so much so that each caste drew their own perception of the real world.
What with Britishers influencing westerns’ views of India being a Snake Charmer’s land.
What with popular writers like Charles Bukowski almost advising addiction or depression to be able to write well.
What with Print/Cinema/television, the mainstream mediums, lending the glamorous  life of Actors, stereotyping professions, endorsing/condemning political parties.

Likewise there have been plenty of organisations/communities and popular individuals who have rendered an aristocratic-impartial views of the society

Facebook and Social Media are also strong influencers.

However, since it is interactive, it is We the people who steer it through our posts.  Our inner aspiration takes a front seat here and drive our own PR, our looks, our News, our achievements, which is nothing but the best.
Result: Everything seems perfect…. Especially in other people’s lives.
It sometimes depresses us but most times fuels our insecurity/greed to be like our “cool friends” who Take more selfies, chose that perfect background, pout a little more, check-in often. travel much more often, buy more dresses, coz the previous ones were already posted, brag about themselves, and Families, rejoice those birthday wishes.

Such is our virtual life but in reality, we struggle through our daily lives, like always.

Yes, so in that sense Facebook does give a farce view of reality. Not to mention the hazardous effects it can have in our mental well-being, if obsessed by it.

But, and its a big BUT, FB is democratic and has its own benefits. As a I said earlier , We the people steer our own feeds and can use it to our own advantage.

1. An artist posting an expression, a thoughts, a work (without bragging) can fetch instant feedback through likes and comments. Reality Check
2. Finding events/informations of one’s interest. There are just so many small but interesting things happening in the city like bike rides, street plays, story-tellings, open mics, flea markets, learning languages etc. and I haven’t found any another platform as efficient as FB to hunt them. Yes! I’m aware of LBB and Event High too. But FB is most Realistic.
 3.Becoming a part of a hobby/passion group and exploring thy’s interest. There are plenty existing. For instance, few years I was searching for a writers group in FB, presuming myself to be a born-writer and aspiring to .make it big, . Found one and joined in to showcase my talent. Two things happened. I realised there are plenty like me, plenty better than me, plenty published and big names already but I also found a platform to express and hone my skills . Tryst with Reality.
4. Posting about different facets of one’s personality can de-stereotype and break common perceptions. Like I have known a Urdu poet, who is a body builder too. Real people, real lives.
5. Connecting/Networking for business interest. For instance, A historian friend used to value anything antique and despise anything advanced to the extent that she did not even keep a TV at home. When she started a niche venture of customising heritage tours, targeting foreigners, she used many mediums to promote it, except FB. After 6 months of struggle, she gave in to our suggestion and created an FB page and amplified it. And there she clinched her first customer. Real Opportunity.
6. Jobs search/Candidate search. Well. It works for certain kind of profiles definitely. Another Reality.

Our parents condemned Television when introduced, our grandparents condemned radio listening when introduced, perceiving it to take away their child from the real world. Every new medium undergoes its process of evolution till we become comfortable with its pros and cons.

Facebook may have changed the prism to certain extent and created a new habit. But the World is still real with many negativities yet immense possibilities.
What we need to understand is that FB, is a medium... a powerful one though, but still, Only a platform/tool to connect, interconnect and explore possibilities. Like never before.

How We use it and society at large uses it, decides wether it would cripple us or empower us in the real world.

Internal Sales Poaching.. A Boon or a Bane!

Tucked away in the meandering streets of Gariahat- Kolkata, there existed a small garment shop "Rana Sons & Sons". The owner, Rana (his Daak Naam or the nickname. Nobody really knows the real name) had inherited the shop from his father and tried hard to maintain its old glory. Kolkata facing major out flux of efficient youngsters to other cities, it was getting difficult to recruit good counter-sales people. And Rana was having a tough time trying to manage and get the work out of his two employees, Babai and Tatai (again Daak Naams). They would front-end the sale counter and like true kolkattans, they believed it was their birth right to take 1 hour lunch break and two hours afternoon nap every day and the shop thus remained shut during these hours. In these 3 hours, customers came, saw the shut shop, and U turned to some other one in the vicinity.

Rana, sometimes with politeness and sometimes with stern eyebrows asked them to reduce their nap to one hour.

"Na Na Babu. Cholbe Na Cholbe Na", always came an instant, chorused reply from the duo.

He was losing all hopes and almost deciding to shut down, when one fine day entered a young lad called "Partha". His enthusiasm and confidence impressed Rana and immediately hired him as one more resource to the front end sales with Babai & Tatai. Now this bundle of energy, had dreams to make it big and worked with a lot of zeal & zest. He offered Rana to man the shop in the afternoon and keep it open for the customers while Babai-Tatai were busy with their fiesta and siesta. The gesture was more than welcoming and so was the prospect of additional revenues. Customers returned, business increased, Partha’s salary rose while babai and tatai continued snoring.

"This analogy can be drawn to a classic case of poaching when a sales rep sleeps through his/her designated portfolio while some other rep in the same organisation steels through the former’s accounts. This always works in favour of the manager/branch/organisation since it only adds to the revenues."

Now, to take the story forward….

Rana started smiling and smiling a little more often now. And over a cup of tea one evening, he decided to convert his traditionally built shop into a departmental store, 'Rana Fashions'.

Business kept growing and finally the Shop was converted to a departmental Store and shifted from Gariahat  to Park Street. Park Street, where the spirits of 'Moulin Rouge' flurries till the night, where Christmas never ends and sorrows never begins, where Kolkata is 'Someplace else'

As the store started taking form, Rana apparently, started making business changes to make it more organised. Corporate jargons arrived and they arrived in bullet points 

• Top line
•  Bottom line
• P & L 
• Sales Targets
•  Deadlines
•  Incentives, and many many more.

Gone were the days of Babai, Tatai and their laze-making. There were clones of ambitious Partha, like an Arindom, a Subroto, a Kaustuv and many more who joined the Sales force. The Store was divided into zones like kids, men, women and so on. And each zone was assigned to a sale executive Who managed and generated revenues out of it.

Business roared, footfalls soared, employees prospered, but Rana got greedier.

To increase the revenues further, and harness the more potential, he introduced stricter target and deadlines.

And to meet them, the sales executives started venturing into others zones for business if it was found unmanned.

 Rana never discouraged it or should we say encouraged it with due subtlety.

In a way, the culture brought in by Partha now became official " raid others portfolio, by hook or by crook"

  

Initially the Parthas and Arindoms of the team were cautious but gradually they lost all their inhibitions. Manned, unmanned, raiding each other's zones became a norm of the day. A customer entered, and every sales person was ready to pounce on them with their Rate offerings. It irked the customers initially, but gradually they learnt to take advantage of so many offerings.

Cross quotes, under quotes, Offer the lowest and grab the business.... Chaos prevailed

Result: Unwarranted Business loss/opportunity loss

Growth trajectory slipped down and so did Rana's smile.

"Well! This is the other side of poaching, which is only harmful to the business and customer's faith."

Poaching, really has to be viewed as a tool and how it is used, is the key decider for sales growth.

Effective management knows the balance and uses it to their advantage rather than become a victim of it.

 Necessary systems & processes can be placed to curtail under-cutting.

Instead of allowing immediate temptations and waste energies, the executives can be encouraged on cross-selling and up-selling within their own portfolio.

And yet engineer a traction towards neglected, dormant accounts.

In a nutshell, Poaching is an inevitable part of Sales. It's judicious usage determines the success of a sales system.

Un-Nurture.

New Years Eve, when the Earth grows older but the world becomes younger,
I was born with a Euphoric Fervor.

Caressed, pampered was I on the first few days
Showed Off nd talked about was I on many facebook updates

I was in the prayers, I was in the mind
I was in the nurture, I was in the routine,
I was in the air, I was in January  
I was special and I knew it..

But not for long, I should have known it.

Slowly, gradually I became a Nag, a bother, a bore to my Nurturer 
Why? I really... wonder

I was still the same 
But the excuses given were all lame
Lack of Time, busy life, the usual suspects
In the ignorance, I kept losing my respect

No one to fodder me, I kept dying a slow death
Till one day I was abandoned, forgotten and lost my breath.

Promises are to be broken, so they say
Guess it applies to me too, in all its fray

My death had no meaning
Like my birth had any meaning

After all, I was not born to create any Revolution
I'm just an ordinary 'New Year Resolution"...

Formula Defying Murder!!

An apple has fallen on her head
Gravity of the matter has caught her in red.


She secretively subtracted her first-daughter and added her as a sister

Only to make her Null and Void 24 years later.


Sheena is that victim's name. 24 or 22? Quite a debate for the actual Age.

So it is for her too. 45 or 43? What a rebel in her Middle-Age!


Why? Why did she do that?

I want to know. My Gossip wants to know!
Police, Lawyer, Journos. The Nation wants to know!!


3 Husbands, 3 kids and abandoned parents......

Equating Each one's  identity, history and mystery
Is like Algebra's X, Y, Zs goofing around in the memory.


Das+Khanna+Mukherjee, 3 lovers in a row

Who is an ally and who is a foe?


2nd one, Khanna, is her partner in crime.

Her driver aided too on this murderous long drive

No more did he have her job after this rife

Her 2nd child, Mikhail, no more got his bribe.


Bribe! Like his sister Sheena, to be subtracted as a son,

And added as her brother. What fun!!


She wanted to negate him too with his sister.

But smartly he fled and got divided from her.


Now he reveals her dirty secrets, squaring up against her past

So affirms his father, the first lover, Das, who has finally made his starcast


Lived through her negligence are her aged Parents

Who nurtured her kids too, now live with cumulative laments.


3rd child from 2nd lover & ally, Vidhie, has zilch to contribute

Was it for her property name, this murder was a tribute?


Vidhie took the surname of the 3rd lover and her foster father

Who is still learning this murder's math, he is the very famous Peter.

A flamboyant person who has had compounding interested families too.
A son from first wife who romanced with his half-daughter Sheena. Woohoo!

Half-Daughter to Peter means Half-sister to his son

Half and Half, this revelation caused him one hell of a confusion


Did this un-equated romance between foster siblings become a threat

or the bribes to Sheena fell short of balancing the secret.

Indrani... Indrani... Why did you that?

Mode says:  Secret Revelation issues
Median says: Property & Money issues
Mean says: Mix of both the issues
But nobody knows your real issues

"Indrani... Indrani.... What have you done?"
Every action has equal and opposite reaction.
All your calculations have broken into fraction!

You have been mean on an average, now on an average everyones mean to you.
And  the rest few, very negligible few, do not know how to help you.

The maths that I learnt always has a definite solution.
But your Maths is only leading to indefinite illusion.

"Indrani... Indrani.. Whatever maybe the result of your case...

An apple has definitely fallen on your head
Gravity of your deeds has put your name in red...!!"

Maths, Formulaes, physics, chemistry has always got me into trouble. Was only glad to get rid of these subjects gradually after school and then college. And when "Let Poetry Be",  (facebook.com\letpoetrybe) a poetic society of which am a part of, posed a challenge to its member to create verses around  Mathematical/scientific concepts, I thought trouble was knocking my doors again. Presuming it was not my cup of tea, I did not even dare to attempt initially.

Then, as they say a 'Eureka' moment happened. Some one inspired me. Someone, who is hawt, who is happening these days. Someone whose lifetime calculative deeds are being un formulated currently, with no  definite result yet..

This someone became my protagonist and finally my Mathematical Poetic Verse culminated. And I presented it in Let Poetry Be's "Formula Verse event held on 19th September, 2015 at Atta Galata

9 Emotions of Parenting!

Sometimes nostalgia takes me back to my pre-motherhood days when life was more carefree.. yet those days also I felt I never had the time.
And then I think of all the myriad parenting responsibilities I've had over my past 6 years of motherhood. So many experiences, so many moments, so many emotions.
Experiences of losing patience and sometimes gaining patience.. Moments filled with proud smiles and sometimes with frown lines..  
As a parent, I have experienced all the 9 emotions  as they call it. Navras- 9 moods or Mudras- 9 dance poses of 9 different expressions.. Joy, Anger, Fear, Courage, Sad, Wonder, Disgust, Peace, Love
  
Joy:: Like when my son as a baby would smile and long for me, or his first toddler step, it was a pure Joy.. His kiddish talks and pranks amuse me.. His achievements, friendships, night out camps are as exciting to me... His imaginative works are fun sometimes...
 
Anger:: But not when the works are too messy to clean up.. Definitely Not when he comes home dirty.. Not even when he is mischievous or fussy or throwing tantrums .. These antics only make me Very Very ANGRY..
 
Fear:: Angry I was at myself when I lost him in a park one time.. Afraid too "what if I never find him".. I get worried during his long illnesses.. And as he grows I shall get anxious about his subjects as well..
 
Courage:: Guess all of these makes a parent more courageous. And I felt bravest when standing out of the playschool and hear my son cry incessantly on his first day..    
 
Sad:: And when a child cries due to pain, it always makes a parent Sad. I also feel sad to see my son's small face after my disciplinary rebuke towards him. It will also be sad to see his pain of rejections, disappointments in the future. Sigh..But can't help it.
 
Wonder:: Sometimes kids bear pain much better than expected of them and I wonder how. I also wonder how observant they can be and depict it in their out-of-the-blue dialogues. Part of growing up. And its a wonderful feeling to see my son growing.. And growing fast to even realise it. Like a few days back I learnt that he could read a complete sentence, or his milk tooth had started shaking and am still in wonder. 
 
Disgust:: Disgusting however I felt when I was asked for double the admission fees since I was a day late to collect the admission form in one of the schools. The commercial misuse around children hits hard. So does child rape, child abuse. It hits otherwise too but as a parent it hits harder.
 
Peace::With so much chaos all around, peace is most difficult to attain. An aspirational emotion it is, the only time am at peace is when my son goes to sleep. At least now I have come to realize the importance of me time, peace time.
  
Love:: Despite having a long bad day or despite being angry with my son, at the end of the day I only bestow love to him by quietly giving a peck on his cheek while he is asleep. When am playing and giggling with him, there is love, when am worried and sad for him, there is love, even when am rebuking and disciplining  him , there is love. It is the strongest emotion and hidden within all the above feelings.

Love is most inspiring and keeps any parent going. Love makes up for all the pre-parenthood carefreeness. Love is the reason why parents discipline their children and enable a fulfilling life for them

Above all it is Love and pure Love, why every parent want their children to be Happy and Blessed!

Always!!

Amen!!!